... the cousins have brewed yet another barrel or two - but they are small barrels - of incredibly good, marmaladey, not that different from Young's ordinaire, bitter beer, pale and hoppy. It tastes the same as their last lot, really the same. They have definitely pulled it off. No one would complain at paying three quid a pint for it in the boozer, I swear. Of course the operation is well below commercial level. Plenty of eager glugging throats without going outside.
They have two or three vats on the go in their shed so it's warm in there. They were shovelling in big scoops of malty stuff and making a nice Radio Malt pong.
They've got a still too. There's a big bottle of poire and another of sort of applejack maturing somewhere... only three weeks to go, they aren't unreasonable. And they say there's a big stash of dodgy cider they've been promised for processing (even when undrinkable, it can be distilled if there's alcohol in it).
I'm not complaining tonight. I wonder why?
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